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pauline

walking along bourbon. we meet a girl. crying. pauline. she is a friend of ogres. he asks her what is wrong. she begins to laugh a little under her sobs. that motherfucker. i cant believe i just did that. what? i burned him. i fuckin burned him. he was sleeping on the bed and i took some matches. lit all four corners of the sheets. fuck. i just paid for that room too. and now the cops are out looking for me. fuck. he woke up though. he got out that motherfucker. the fire alarms were going off when i left. he told me he was going to fucking leave me in the morning. why dont you leave now. you dont fucking tell someone that. now i expect hes waiting. he wants me to come looking for him. well fuck him. im not looking. calming her down. do you want to come with us. no. are you going to be alright. are you sure. just want to walk. and we leave her. walking.


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